He Lives Most Life Whoever Breathes Most

I Tell You, Hopeless Grief Is Passionless.

If I Leave All For Thee, Wilt Thou Exchange And Be All To Me?

Every Age, Through Being Beheld Too Close, Is Ill-discerned By Those Who Have Not Lived Past It.

And There My Little Doves Did Sit With Feathers Softly Brown And Glittering Eyes That Showed Their Right To General Nature's Deep Delight.

When God Helps All The Workers For His World, The Singers Shall Have Help Of Him, Not Last.